Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.